Where can I start? I've been the primary carer of my DC for large periods of its life. (not being weird, but I am terrified of being discovered by giving away its gender.)
I did big chunks of caring, right up to nursery, and deeply bonded with DC. Not saying it was always easy, but at the deepest level, it was the most rewarding thing I had ever done. Once DC started school, I did lots of the settling in and basically, remained the one that was more connected to the psychic landscape of DC, if that makes any sense.
So far so good. But recently, I've been getting really scared. I suddenly feel very impatient. I feel that I raise my voice quickly and talk over DC. I feel disappointed in DC for no obvious reason. I even feel that I am sometimes rejecting DC.
From this age in my own childhood, I felt unloved, persisently rejected and worthless. One parent was wholly absent (psychologically, as well as not communicating with me whatever except, rarely, in terrifying anger.) The other parent was very busy dealing with the fallout, and had a new baby to deal with. So began years of darkness. I was punished, endlessly it seems, by a standard I have never, ever witnessed since. It's not that we had much materially or experientially to start with, but what I had was broken or withdrawn.
I was put-down, humiliated, and diminished as a person. 'Stop looking at me with those cow-like eyes,'- small stuff like that, as well as chastisements that went on for hours.
Everything I did was criticised. I was made to write lines, endlessly, in isolation, forom the age of six. Not just a few, hundreds. And after that, I was still in a state of punishment for days, food restriction, water, early bed, psychological isolation and physical separation from parents or siblings.
I haven't explained it very well. But I am afraid that the small changes in my behaviour towards DC are because I hated myself at that age and I hate the image of DC reminding me of myself. I'm no narcissist, but does that make sense? Hwo do I stop recreating what I hated so much. I have no positive memories, whatever, of my middle childhood until late adhulthood.